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[spideyclone]

@marymjwatson​

Ben felt a bit bad dragging her around like he did. She kissed him and he kissed her and then he kinda freaked out a little and realized that this was messy.. even though it already was messy before. He dragged them out of the party and immediately headed to his room-- which, thankfully, was right in the same building. He had been aching to get out of the crowd anyway. At least here he wouldn’t have that to worry about.

Once they made their way down the quiet hallway, Ben pulled them into his room and quickly shut the door behind them, plastering his back to it and pausing there for a few moments.

“Uh, okay-- sorry about that. I just figured we should get out of there? This was the first place I thought of.” Ben moved away from the door, rubbing his neck with one hand and smiling awkwardly while his cheeks flushed. “Welcome to my room I guess? Not that, you know, we were gonna do anything. I mean, we can talk here, you know?”

[spiderxling]

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Turns out the best option they had was stowing away in the room Tony kept for him at the Facility. [ May would get a lame excuse over text sometime during the night before she woke up. ]

Peter let MJ in the room and then quickly shut the door behind them, pausing with his hands still flat against the door for a few moments. He was still riding the slight adrenaline and anger from the party, but now he was equally as anxious that they were alone in a bedroom again. God, that sounded so lame.

“The room’s kinda boring--- actually this is only like, the second time I’ve used it.” He shrugged, pulling away from the small talk. “Are you okay, MJ?”

[spiderxling]

@marymjwatson​

The Guardians of the Galaxy did exactly what they needed to. It surprised Peter just a bit-- even with the name of their team, the group seemed a bit.. weird. Maybe it was just because most of them were aliens with different colored skin and a talking furry thing with a twig son. It was cool, really it was, but part of him cringed at the thought that they were the ones doing the saving this time around.

Peter waited anxiously-- he wasn’t called in, he wasn’t able to do much of anything (surprise surprise), and when they all finally came back it seemed too surreal. Immediately he ran to Tony, asking about MJ amongst the group that had been saved from the Skrull ship. Tony told him to calm down, take a beat and maybe sit for a second-- MJ was back and going to be okay, but he couldn’t see her just yet.

The wait was almost excruciating, but eventually he was given the green light to visit her. He felt light headed, almost dizzy, and completely overwhelmed but it all came together the moment he reached her door. 

Peter cracked open the door to her room and peeked in, not wanting to startle her. “Hey, MJ?”

[spiderxling]

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Peter didn’t want to go home. For a few hours he sat with Tony in his office-- were they talking? Had he just sat there? He couldn’t quite remember, but eventually he saw Tony pick up the phone and say he was going to call Aunt May, make up some explanation as to why Peter wouldn’t be coming home tonight. Instinctually he had leapt up and snatched to phone from Tony’s hands before he had the chance to dial-- that wouldn’t help anything. After a moment he pulled out his own phone and texted her that he would be stayed at a friend’s house tonight-- chem project or something. Whatever.

It was clear that Tony was also pretty upset about MJ. He rambled quietly about how he should have known, but Peter was kicking himself ten times harder. Sure, Tony was around her often enough but dammit, Peter was the one that should have noticed. It grew quiet in the office, Peter mindlessly fiddling with the zipper on his hoodie when suddenly Tony offered for him to go visit MJ’s alien lookalike. ‘If you’re that quiet, it means you’ve got too much on your mind, kid. Maybe you can get some of it out by talking to that.. thing. But only if you want to.’

Peter agreed, and Tony had walked him down, holding the door open for him and nodding in reassurance. Slowly Peter made his way over and felt that same cold creep up his limbs. He couldn’t make himself get any closer and stopped dead in his tracks about ten feet away from the cell without saying a word.

[spiderxling]

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Peter’s night hadn’t exactly gone the way he anticipated. It started out fine, he got the job done eventually, but there was a snag somewhere in the middle that ended up with him walking away with a nice slash to his abdomen. At first he didn’t think much of it-- it didn’t hurt much and the blood didn’t make much of an impact visually (the cons of having a red colored suit). It wasn’t until he was about halfway home that the pain hit, so he took a moment’s pause on the roof of some building to check out what was going on. 

That was-- a nice amount of blood.

He panicked maybe just a bit.

In his slightly-panicked haze, something directed him away from home and towards MJ’s, but once he landed outside her window it became clear that it wasn’t exactly normal for your brightly costumed wall-climbing friend to randomly show up out of the blue. He hadn’t thought of that.

Peter hesitated outside her window, taking a seat on the balcony/fire escape railing while keeping one hand pressed against the still bleeding cut on his left. He took the opportunity to breathe and hastily comb the hair from his forehead as he sat, but after a few moments he shot one last look behind him and pulled out his phone to send her a text:

Hey look out your bedroom window, I have a surprise for you

[spiderxling]

@marymjwatson

Holy crap, was he really going to do this?

Peter had made up his mind and then second-guessed himself about ten times in the past hour. It was kind of spur of the moment-- kind of. He had been trying to think of the right time to tell her, then would start to feel bad that he had waited so long, and then he would panic and tell himself to forget about it until he could think about it rationally. That time never really came, but tonight seemed like the best night possible.

May was working an extra shift tonight so Peter had the apartment to himself. His aunt was nice enough to leave him dinner in the fridge so he popped it in the microwave and then paced around the kitchen, staring at the screen of his phone. It wasn’t until the timer went off for his food that he realized he stopped moving as he typed, and in a moment of random adrenaline he press send:

{ hey! }

{ may isn’t home and i don’t have much homework tonight, you want to come over and hang out? }

{ also there’s something i want to show you }

After clicking the screen off, Peter flipped his phone over and set it down a little too hard on the counter so he wouldn’t stare at it until MJ answered. Instead, he grabbed his food and started shoveling it into his mouth like a heathen.

[spiider-dad]

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If you were to ask 15 year old Peter Parker where he thought he would be in 22 years, he wouldn’t have much of an answer for you. Not a coherent one at least. As a kid he worried a lot ( not that he didn’t worry now ) and truthfully, he had no clue where he wanted to be when he was almost 40. Sure, he had goals and he had hopes but there were always so many doubts that cast their shadow over everything else.

He definitely hadn’t pictured himself divorced, a picture perfect stereotypical version of the ‘my life has fallen apart but here I am!’ kind of person. Even though his marriage with Mary Jane had cracked apart, Peter still loved her. He loved her like no one else, and the reason they split was because of his fear. Maybe he would never quite shake it, but he could work through it when it really mattered. And this really mattered.

Peter’s hands were practically shaking as he gathered stuff together in the kitchen. As he shoved everything into his biggest bag ( no, not a picnic basket because those things don’t stay closed and he wasn’t about to drop random food items on unsuspecting citizens ) he realized he probably bought too much, but he made it all fit. The zipper barely closed. But it did close.

After triple checking Peter swung the over-stuffed backpack over his shoulder and pulled out his phone to text MJ that he was on his way to their meeting spot in the park. He hadn’t told her where exactly they would end up but it definitely wasn’t the park-- there was no such thing as a normal picnic when there was a Spider-Man involved. 

He arrived a few minutes early and took a seat on a park bench, watching as people walked by and stared confusingly as the fully suited up chubby Spider-Man sitting in the park with a large backpack. He waved to a few of them. They ignored him. So Peter took out his phone and texted MJ again to let her know he got here early, then waited.

[spiider-dad]

@marymjwatson

Peter always got so distracted while shopping. Today he had stopped on the way home to get stuff for dinner and ended up with dinner, brownies, flowers, and a random pack of Spider-Man stickers that were too cheesy to ignore. Yeah, he bought his own merch but he never did anything with it. That was just his thing.

With all the groceries in one hand being held together as he pressed it underneath his chin, Peter grabbed his keys from his pocket and managed to get himself inside without dropping anything. It was pretty quiet inside-- at first he wondered if MJ was even home yet but then he heard some shuffling in the bathroom and smiled, knowing full well she was treating herself with a bath practically overflowing with bubbles.

Peter set the groceries down on the kitchen counter and grabbed the flowers before heading down the hall. It was quiet, so he knocked lightly on the door a few times before opening it and peaking his head in. He tried to not move too far in just yet, as he was holding the bouquet behind him and it was huge and noisy ( with it being wrapped in newspaper, of course ).

“Hey babe, can I come in?”